(A/n: her parents are shitty parents so heads up on whatever is going to happen here..!)
The yelling is literally endless here. Two people always bickering, yelling, and screaming was not a pleasant sound you'd like to hear everyday. For me though, it's been going on for the last 17 years of my life. It wasn't really surprising to wake up or come home to. The downside to it i-
"LENIA GET YOUR PATHETIC ASS DOWN HERE!"
They were abusive alcoholics.
Pushing the blanket off of myself I slowly got out of bed. A groan escaping my mouth as I jogged to the door, down the hall, to the stairway. The sounds of yelling and screaming got loud from each step I took. Stopping midway on the staircase I saw where the noise was coming from. My parents. My father had a pissed off look on his face as he towered a bit over the woman (my mother). She had a disgusted look on her face as she screamed and did hand motions.
"LENIA DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE AND GO GET ME A BEER!" My father yelled as I walked down the staircase to the kitchen. Wondering over to the fridge and grabbing two beers, I turn back around to enter hell.
After handing them both their beers, I keep my distance at the end of the couch. The daily routine of this made me know how everything would go by now. One of them yells at me to get them beer, I bring one for each, the other gets upset, they fight, throw their bottles at me, and leave me alone.
"LENIA WHY DID YOU GET THIS WHORE A BEER?! SHE DOESSSSSN'T DESERVEEEE ONE!"
"MY MONEY PAID FOR IT SO I DAMN RIGHT DESERVE ONE. MY BABY LOVESSS ME!"
Fun fact my mother is a professional whore, by that I mean prostitute. Her criminal records wouldn't land her a job, so she put her body to use. My father doesn't care since it gets him food and his beer. He only calls her a whore when he's pissed off or its the first word to pop into his head. My mother likes to say that I love her to use it against my dad when really I don't. How can you love two people who have treated you like shit your whole life and put you down? Oh right you can't. Letting out a small stifled laugh I felt something hit my head. The pain was normal, but for it to hit my head instead of my arm wasn't it.
"What the hell are you laughing at you slut?!" Glancing over at the thing I call my father, I gave a blank expression. "Nothing really, just had a random thought," I simply replied. Picking up the beer bottle on the floor I slowly got up to throw it away. But yet again to feel another bottle hit me, this time my leg.
"YOUR SHORTS ARE SO SHORT! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! OH RIGHT BEING A DAMN WHORE AGAIN!" My mother yelled at me as I picked up the second bottle, ignoring her yelling. Jogging over to the kitchen I dropped the bottles into the trash bin. Walking back in I saw my mother standing by the staircase, my only escape away from them besides the windows and front door. Slowly walking by her, my first step was barely taken before I felt her grip on my hair.
"Ow Ow OW! Let go of me! What the hell?!" I said as my mother tugged on my hair to follow her. She ended up dragging to the bathroom were the water was running in the tub. Shoving me against the window she looked me up and down. I didn't have time to reaction some more before she began to knee, hit, and smack me all in the process. I tried not to cry since I was use to it, but for some reason tonight was different. I let some tears spill, which probably satisfied her so much.
"SINCE YOU WANT TO BE A LITTLE WHORING SLUT, MIGHT AS WELL TREAT YOU LIKE ONE!" Kicking me down she then pushed me forward towards the water. Holding me by my hair, she repeatedly kept me down and pulled me back up. Smacking my face every once in awhile just so she can make me feel miserable. After 10-15 minutes of her doing that to me, she annouced that she got bored and left me there.
Slowly lifting myself out of the tub I tried to catch my breath and coughed all the water out. Grabbing a towel from the rack I slowly limped myself out of the bathroom and up the stairs. Using the wall for support I headed to my room for a little rest. Walking in I tried to get the wet clothes off as fast as I could, dropping each one on the floor with no care. Looking around I grabbed a big t-shirt, a pair of black shorts, socks, and threw them both on quickly. Slipping on my vanz I picked up the bag I always keep by my bed and head back downstairs. Hearing the front door slam gave me a sense of relief as I tried to quickly get down the stairs. The pain stung all over, but getting out of here would be better than nothing. Awkwardly jogging to the door I opened it and ran out.
~ 5-10 minutes later ~
After jogging what felt like forever, I got to the place I always ran to. The treehouse. That little wooden place was where I just found myself to be a little happy from time to time. When the alcoholic people were home or left, I ran to this place. I go here to calm down, nap, do homework, etc. Whenever I wanted to do. Slowly climbing up the wooden planks that were nailed to the trunk, I got up to the opening. Pulliing myself up I quickly went to the corner where I had a sleeping bag. Crawling in quickly I zipped it up and pulled out my phone to text my best friend.
Linton: Come over please..
Crashton: Should I bring the first aid kit... Treehouse right?
Linton: I guess if you want. Hurry it up.
Crashton: I'm coming jesus!
Linton: You're disugsting Ash! I didn't need to know that haha.
Crashton: Shut up I'll be there in 5 <3
Putting my phone down next to me I began to sigh deeply. How that woman could tell me that I'm a slut and a whore was stupid. She was the actual whore, a prostitue for god sakes! She didn't know that her daughter had a 3.9 student and was in a few clubs. She was involed in school acitvites and everyone knew her. She only had one boyfriend who terribly broke her heart into many pieces. She wasn't a terrible girl at all, no where near a whore..
Feeling the tears prick my eyes I heard a rattle below me. Rubbing my eyes quickly to hide the trace a mop of brown blonde curls popped out of the opening. The only person I was close to and the only guy I could trust myself with. Ashton Irwin.
As he pulled himself up he quickly scurried his way over to me with his first aid kit. Unzipping the sleeping bag he looked at my injuries and shook his head. Opening his first aid kit he took a few of his supplies out as he looked at me shivering. Taking his sweater off he put it on my head and gave me a weak smile.
"I told you to text or call me whenever this happens Lei. I'll pick you up immediately no matter where I am." SIghing I looked at away and mumbled," I don't want you getting hurt Ash. You'll upset them more by coming over. She'll have a reason to call me a whore.." Ashton shook his head as he pulled me gently for a hug. I weakly wrapped my arms around him and slowly began to cry. He continued to bandage me up and take care of me. When he got done he laid next to me in the sleeping bag. Zipping it up I cuddled up next to him, slowly falling asleep.
"I promise one day it'll get better. Truuuuuust me."
I wanted to believe Ashton really, but after hearing it so many times. I just got false hope from it as time goes by. Bad things happen to such good people, while all the bad people get the good things...
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Well that's chapter 2 for you guys! I didn't realize how short chapter 1 was till I actually read it... Oops. Anywho this is a drastic kind of change for me since I've never written a chapter like this before. But hey, ASHTON IS HERE NOW HAAAAAAY ~ I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Vote and comment please and thank you!
-Sharlene
